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If you owed anyone anything, it would be Connor for letting him touch you.
This is better territory for me. That slight anger in his text. The annoyance.
Did you like letting him fuck me against you?
My heart is about to fly out of my chest, butthisis where I thrive.
33
I wanted to be inside you too but I didn’t want to destroy you.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I did not expect him to say that. And I’m notentirelysure what he’s implying. That he wanted his fingers inside me too? That he wanted me on his dick? He is big; I could feel him against me. But how does he like to fuck?
I want to find out.
What if I want you to? Destroy me, I mean?
33
Oh I will, just not yet. I like to play with my food before I eat it.
I’m not your snack. But you might be mine.
He starts to type, then he stops again.
The same thing repeats three times, and my heart slams around inside of my ribcage as I wait for him to reply.
Finally, a text comes through.
33
Make sure you lock your door tonight.
It won’t stop me, but it’ll be cute to watch you try.
I clench my teeth together and close my eyes tight.
In my head, I see Jackson.
Right after I collided with Faust’s chest.
He held me in the dark, menacing and a stranger to me.
But isn’t he still, in too many ways?
But didn’t you like it, when you didn’t even know his name?
I pop open my eyes.
Do you know what happened to them?
I don’t specify whom. We both know.
